Vesta is going to have puppies soon. You
must write and let me know. And now, if your man has finished, I expect
you'd like to be gettin' on, or the others will be nervous about you."
And so, after Hester had chosen Circe, they all said very affectionate
farewells, and the Slowcoach rumbled forth again.
Meanwhile, what of Janet and Robert and Mary and Jack and Horace? They had
had no adventures at all--nothing but scenery and a pleasant picnic.
Robert had been rightly told about the summit of Bredon Hill, for there the
grass is as short as on the South Downs, and there is a deep fosse in which
to shelter from the wind.
The hill at this western point ends suddenly, at a kind of precipice, and
you look right over the valley of the Avon and the Severn to the Malverns.
Just below on the south-west is Tewkesbury, where the Severn and the Avon
meet, after that becoming the Severn only all the way to Bristol and the
sea. In the far south-west rises the point of the Sugar Loaf at
Abergavenny, and the blue distance is Wales-- the country of King Arthur
and Malory.
To the north-west is the smoke of Worcester, and immediately beneath the
hill, winding shiningly about, is the Avon, running by Bredon village and
the Combertons and Pershore, past Cropthorne (where Mr.
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